Scarlet's POV.
"Where is she?"
My eyes blazed with anger, veins pulsing, even Scarface could see the rage boiling within me.
I couldn't decipher if it was sheer rage or fear for Scarlet's safety from Egro.
Egro wouldn't hesitate to harm her. She may be slow in thought but quick in action. But that only left me wondering why she'd be a target for Egro.
"At the abandoned clubhouse," Scarface finally responded, allowing me to storm out of my apartment. My anger was palpable in my every step and word.
The location of the abandoned clubhouse echoed in my mind, but surprisingly, I seemed to have forgotten where it was situated.
"Scar!" I called out, and he appeared instantly. "Lead me there!"
A sneer twisted my features, my emotions spiraling beyond control.
Various thoughts raced through my mind. What if Egro had harmed Scarlet?
No, that's inconceivable! I shook my head, biting my lower lip to contain my distress.
